Small people on a big hill

King of the hill, they call it.
King of the hill, they call it.
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Skeletons of summer

Summer is gone, it still has a few bones lying around but other than that it’s safe to say the king has left the building. What now?
Just cold, cold rain and rocky singletrack covered in dead leaves over rolling hills, sometimes dipping into colder valleys
. Life goes on and you live with the skeletons in your closet.